Plowshares into Swords

Flown into Madison
On a winter Midwest afternoon
Coming in from Washington
Where the war drums haven't stopped
There's talk of destruction
Threats of death in the air
In my mind I'm seeing funerals
And caskets everywhere

And this is not swords into plowshares
This is instead plowshares into swords

For them it must be easy
Barking orders from the hill
Dropping bombs and shooting guns
Not knowing who they kill
These bombs will win elections
They will feed the people's lies
This false sense of security
Will cover up their eyes

So much discussion
Whether war is justified
Threats of mass destruction
Are eating up our lives
The inspectors cannot find
What it is they are looking for
The US wants a reason
To fight another war

Can I support the president
I'll do the best I can
But his policies and actions
I do not understand
Yes, he has his reasons
And to some they might seem right
But I'm still seeing funerals
In my mind tonight

© 2012 Jeshua Erickson